Wen Jiu looked him up and down. "Xiao Jue, did your old injury from yesterday damage your brain? This is for… women to use. What are you putting it on for?"
"But you have a scent of cold plum blossoms on you. It smells nice." Xiao Jue picked up the various bottles and jars, imitating her movements to apply them to his face.
"Do as you please." Wen Jiu went behind the screen to change her clothes. Listening to the rustle of fabric, Xiao Jue’s gaze followed, imagining the curves of her figure—the sight was enough to be intoxicating… He wanted to pull her into his embrace, but he clenched his fists, his veins bulging, perhaps because his breathing had grown ragged.
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